It's 30 years since the Kingdoms fell, three decades of mud, grime, pain and suffering. The swine-folk were always opportunists, always willing to kick you when you're down – but our downfall was more a result of our hubris than it was any "master plan" developed by the Farrow. We laughed at them, ignored them, and went about our petty wars of borders and politics. Just when we thought the tide was turning they were upon us – a well regimented tide of pork-filth that overran every civilized nation simultaneously. Invaders were rebuffed and kingdom's were gutted in a Blitz the like of which has never been seen! Despite our arrogance, our technology, and our magic we couldn't stem the tide – so many, so so many.
I can't speak for the other kingdoms, but I can say that Caspia fell within a week, the streets lined with the bodies of pigfolk and man alike, the wrecks of our mighty warjacks, pocked and torn, standing as forlorn idols of our darkest hour. Still they stand, constant reminders of our tragic failure – and trophies of their greatest success. What is left for us? You mean aside from the pain and toil of the mines, or the blood soaked sand and slick grease of the arena? That I cannot say, for I am old and feeble – the days of my glory long since turned to ash and dust… but who is to say that you have no future? Why should you suffer for the arrogance of those who came before? I say to you, make your own life – forge your own path – and kill whoever gets in your way!